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Friday, October 31, 2014

The truly Befikar Shopping Experience!

We all love Shopping and with time, its becoming simpler and easier. Online Shopping has brought the experience just a click away. Diwali is the perfect time to shop for us Indians. I wanted to buy something or the other this time. I have much online shopping experience with regard to books and related stuff. But i wanted to purchase something different this time. 

Not all shopping experiences end up good as was evidenced by some of us after a famous online shopping website announced a maha-sale and ended up ruining its reputation by disappointing its customers. Though there could be nothing more convenient than shopping online from home and if the experience could be made worry-free, Its the best that can be.

Hence i thought of checking for options over the internet and i came across Quikr. The tagline 'No fikr, Bech Quikr!' caught the attention.


This is not the first time that i am buying from Quikr. I have already bought an Air Conditioner this summer from Quikr and the experience had been really good.  

I connected with a few sellers and then cracked a deal for a Samsung AC with an stabilizer for Rs 8000. The whole process took hardly 2-3 hours and the same day, I got the AC installed. The experience was truely quick and without any worries as there were no mediators and i bought it directly from seller.


So basically this was the second time that i visited Quikr to buy some awesome deal. I was directed to the Delhi page of Quikr where there was a convenient items' listing to choose from or create free alert as per the need. The website does not compulsorily ask you to sign in/register to go through  the listings, so someone in a hurry can still visit options without signing up. 

I had yet not finalized on my choice of item that i wished to buy. My budget was Rs 5000, So i started to check for some random items and then decided to buy either a printer or a phone whatever i got as a best deal. 

Firstly, i started my search for Printers on the website. 
http://delhi.quikr.com/printers-all/printers/x27


I came across some steal deals at quite discounted prices. Definitely it was Diwali effect and I started to communicate with a few sellers. The good thing with Quikr is that one directly gets to contact the seller without any intermediation and can discuss about the product and pricing. I zeroed in on a few products specially on a HP Wi Fi Printer that i was getting at around Rs 5500 after some bargaining.

Then i thought to give mobiles and tablets section a try before finalizing on which product to buy. 
http://delhi.quikr.com/Mobile-Phones/w635



I clicked on Mobiles and tablets options and refined my search by setting the custom price range from Rs 0-6000 and operating system as android so that i get only the relevant choices. I came across 2 choices which i found really alluring- one, a used Micromax Canvas HD at a steal price of Rs 6000 and another, an almost new just a week older Micromax Canvas Android One at a price of 5500. 

Now I had to finalize whether i want to buy a printer or a phone. An HP wi fi printer at such price was a decent bargain, but then i though to buy a Micromax Canvas Phone and held the decision to buy a printer at some later date.

Then I contacted both the sellers and tried to bargain to get a good deal at Rs 5000. Canvas HD phone was a bit older and though it was also a good deal at Rs 6000, but Canvas A1 phone was just a week old so it was as good as new. Hence i bargained with the seller who agreed to sell it for Rs 5000 if i finalize asap. 

The seller Mr Gyanendra was located at Dr Mukherjee Nagar, some 30 minutes away from Karol Bagh where i reside. I boarded the metro and met him en route at Kashmir Gate. He gave me the phone with the box containing all the accessories. I checked the phone and other stuff as mentioned on the box. It was an absolutely new phone, with all the accessories intact. He was gifted this phone by someone else and hence wanted to sell it and buy something else. I got the deal at Rs 5000 which was worth it for me.  I immediately paid for it and got back with the phone. The deal was closed in a matter of hours.



The seller was really cordial and certainly direct communication with the seller gave me the confidence to buy without bothering about anything. The deal was also worth for the seller. As without Quikr he had to try selling it at some Mobile Shop where he would not have got such a decent price nor would i have got the deal at such a price. So it was a win win situation for both of us. It makes perfect sense to call Quikr as 'Buyer and Seller ka Perfect Matchmaker'.

The best part of the shopping was its being a truly hasssle-free experience. Buyers can easily search for sellers and respective products. The same can be contacted in parallel at the same time. Buyers and Sellers can finalize when to meet and where to meet in order for buyer to check the product before buying it. And once they meet, the deal can be finalized then and there. Quikr uniquely connects virtual shopping with the real shopping. 


To sum up the whole buying experience, It was a truly befikar Shopping Experience. Thank You Quikr for keeping it simple. It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.



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Friday, October 3, 2014

The Dark and Gloomy Night is over!

Team Name: Maximus Dramaticus


READ THE PREVIOUS PART HERE: Episode 21 Monday Night mystery unveiled

Aryan was headed towards Rama Krishna Puram where the dead body of Paresh aka Percival was found. RK Puram is a location midway between Safdarjung and Old city of Siri. It was constructed in the second phase of extension of New Delhi around 1970s. It mostly contained double-storeyed housing blocks with 2-3 bedroom apartments. 

While driving, Aryan was really confused about whom to suspect and whom not to. Except Tara, Jennifer and sweet Little Roohi, There was no one he could really trust. Each one of them was trapped in a cob web some way or the other. Aryan made some bullet points for himself:

  • Lallan, Samantha (Seema) and Paresh (Percival); the trio was involved in the 2-years old murder case that was basically a series of 9 murders happening over 9 weeks.
  • Shekhar, Paresh and Lallan are connected through the big bullion Drug trafficking business.
  •  Cyrus, though seems a victim, is hiding something behind his innocent face. He has a story to tell, to say the least or maybe he himself is writing one.
  • There also is a visible and obvious connection between what happened 2 years ago and what is happening now. Now this is not just about Monday nights, Re-opening the case has messed up everything.
All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle; Aryan thought. He loved his job and the messier the case, the happier he felt solving it. He had reached the crime location. It was an Apartment Complex where Professor Paresh was living on the second floor. His body was laying in the big hall. 

Upper half of the body was resting over the legs of a chair while the chair was clutched with a hand, legs were smeared with his own blood making a ghasty red pool of gore. He was murdered with some sharp object while there were multiple visible cuts on his body. There was a quiet in the hall and everything was in order. It was clear that the murderer was someone Paresh knew well and was expecting, rather than being hit by a surprise visitor.

Aryan went to check for something suspicious in the adjoining rooms. The study room was well decorated with paintings and sketches on the wall. There was an old painting with a round table having King Arthur presiding with his knights, it was related to a legend in the Welsh Literature. While another painting with a similar round table was having empty presiding chair with Percival written over it. There was a Red Cross mark over the name Percival. The mark seemed fresh and must have been made in last 24 hours. Aryan instructed the officials to check for any finger prints.

In the bed room, there was a king-sized double bed with a neatly ordered bed sheet and pillows. It was too orderly to be regular, Aryan was sure of finding something fishy in the room. He looked out for clue and jumped with joy as soon as he looked just below the bed. There was a used condom lying beneath. 'So Professor was having quite a fun!', Aryan thought to Himself. Paresh was single since his wife died in a Car Accident a few years back. He was perhaps finding solace from his mis-deeds in arms of a lady and the lady ensured that he rests in peace!

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There was a tranquil and calm breeze flowing, it was early morning and the night was at its darkest. Cyrus was sitting just outside the phone booth looking into the eyes of Jennifer inquisitively. He just got introduced to a whole new Jennifer he never knew about and was shocked with the revelation.

Jennifer tried to justify herself, She pleaded, “Please try to understand my situation, Cy. I really had no other options than what I chose to do.”

Cyrus was also concerned but he knew that probably Jennifer has gone way too far. He whispered, “Jenny, Why did you not tell me all this earlier? Don’t you think it has already been too late to make mends?”

Jennifer knew her limits and responded saying, “Cy, We can still correct it. It is just never too late. And it is only now that I truly know that you loved me all the while. How did it get so late so soon?”

Cyrus reciprocated with love, “No matter how far you have gone on a wrong road, turn back.”

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” saying this Jennifer sat beside Cyrus, took his hand in hers and put her head over his masculine chest. Her emotional mayhem subsided into his loving warm embrace. 

Cyrus looked deep into the eyes of Jennifer and they both melted. The warm embrace turned into a kiss, a deep passionate kiss and far in the horizon, a ray of hope sparkled in the brightest of colours. The dark and gloomy night was over!

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The kind of man Lallan was, should not be messed with. He headed the drugs syndicate supplying the whole of North India. To keep up with his reputation, he was active maintaining relationship with politicians by supplying them with young girls brought to the capital city of Delhi from all across the country.

Cyrus got Lallan to visit court over a 2-year old shut case.  This was too much for Lallan. He was not going to let this go unpunished. He had his plan well set. “The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.” He thought to himself and chuckled.

Lallan himself was a womanizer and loved playing Casanova to all the women around. Samantha and Jennifer were just puppets in his hands or so he felt. While Samantha aka Seema was playing her own game, she knew she had to win the trust of Lallan to do what she had planned to. After all, with foxes, We must play the fox.

But who was really controlling the other? What was the real truth, or are there any real truths? Don’t we just have our own subjective truths all around?

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Birds started tweeting and welcoming the morning. Cyrus took hand of Jennifer into his own and started strolling towards the Chuna Mandi House. He knew what he had to do now. There was enough mess already and he had to clean it all with Jennifer. 

Jennifer had done too many wrongs which needed to be set right. His heart felt heavy with the wrong-doings of Jennifer while at the same time, it was light after expressing its love for her. He entered the house, shut the door and started walking upstairs. Jennifer clutches his hand tighter and signals with her eyes that they need to discuss something right there in the Veranda before going upstairs.

“What happened, Dear Jenny?”

“Cy, My heart is beating faster. I am terrified. Lallan is a dangerous man. He might frame some serious charges against me and I will have no way out of this mess.”

“Yes, He can do that. But why be afraid, Jenny? We will together find a way out of this.”

“Cy, my love. We can but only after I bring my diary back from Kochi which has some important revelations about all this and has a day-to-day account of all that I have done in the past. If that diary reaches into wrong hands, which it will as soon as Lallan knows about us; then I will have no options to turn back.”

“Jenny, if it is so important. Then not you, but I will go and get the diary for you. Your safety is extremely important and at no cost can I compromise with it. You will be safe here with Tara accompanying you. Did you get that?”

“Okay Sweetheart, May the force be with you!” said Jennifer and She smiled. They cut the discussion short with a warm embrace which spoke a thousand words without uttering even one. After all, The strength of a man isn’t seen in the power of his arms, it’s seen in the love with which he embraces his love. 

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Shekhar was feeling ashamed of what he really made of himself in the last few years. What he wished to be and what he ended up being. His heart skipped a beat when he saw danger to his sweet little Roohi but he still could not learn from it. How come he made himself into such a bad person? He has hurt his beloved Tara so much. The love between them is no more visible and the rift had grown manifold in last few days. He felt sorry for himself.

Shekhar looked at Tara. She was nestling Roohi and trying to make her sleep in the bed. She is so lovely and what has he given to her except pain? He felt remorse and wanted to repent, he was unable to stand on his feet. He burst into tears and asked for forgiveness from Tara. He knew it is too late. She also knew it is too late. But when birds can sing after a storm. Why should not they feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them? She was hating him a moment before, but now her love for him recovered.

She took him to the balcony and convinced him that She still believes that he will set right everything and won’t indulge into these criminal acitivities to make cheap money. Love was once again finding a place to live in. Or was it a brief phase of silence before the storm?

Roohi shrieked from inside the room. Shekhar and Tara ran towards the room to find out what awaits them.

To be continued..

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READ THE NEXT PART HERE: Episode 23 The games they played...


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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Why Should I be Good?

Team Name: Maximus Dramaticus




Read the previous part here: Past Diaries Open Up


“Well. It’s a haunting story. A story that will kill all the goodness that still remains in your heart.
Would you still want to know?
Are you sure?
Are you?
I won’t keep any secrets except the secret itself.

Ha ha!! No pun intended.

But why should I?
Have you ever cared about me?
Rather leave me aside, have you ever cared about a roadside beggar in the truest sense.
What moral rights do you have to dictate your terms and they have nothing else, but to live accordingly?

Indiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!!
We are such a huge country with 1.2 billion population but who owns all the money?
The aspiring and successful people like you.
And what do people like me get?
Nothing except the disrespect that you throw at us.

You want to hire me for a night for your sensual pleasure?
Not anymore, you bastard, not anymore!

I will change the rules of the world!!
Do you get that?
Are you listening?
Why are you not replying?!
Are you afraid of me?
Aren’t you?
Oh My God!
You look pale and cold and blue!
The Razor blade did the job fantastically!
A clean shave indeed!
I love this colour…
The Rich Deep crimson Red!
I want to paint the whole world RED!!
And My Paintbrush is…Not a secret anymore!
Now you speak no more!
I have already punished you for your sin.
You are dead!
When all the freaking bastards like you will be dead, that will be the day of jubilation for us!!”

The Lady with the Razor had struck once again after 2 sensational murders in the Capital city of Delhi. A different place, a different personality, but modus operandi all the same. Who would have believed such a ghastly murder close to New Delhi Railway Station in the wee hours, but the death knows no limitations. And it was not all that she had planned. This was just one in a chain of 9 murders in the months on July-September’12.

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“Jenny, I was missing you all the time since you left Ladakh. You were the reason that a shy Cyrus turned a poet and started a blog of his own. Have you read that first blog post of mine? That I wrote when I was this chubby.” Cyrus explained with joy indicating towards their childhood picture.

“Cy, how could you remember me since then? I can faintly remember you that too after knowing your part of the story. So what else I do not know about you Mr Writer?” Jenny asked.

“Well, not much except that there is much more in the blog than meets the eye. About that sometime later, Jenny. It feels really nice to be with you once again. After these occurrences of Monday Nights, I was really afraid and quite alone but since you have come, I feel calmer and I am more committed towards solving the case.” Cyrus replied with concern.

“Dear Cy, I can understand you and trust me, I will be here till we solve the case and put all the sinners behind the bars.” Jenny was all the more concerned with Cyrus.

Cyrus heaved a sigh of relief and headed back to Chuna mandi with a resolve to share forensic report findings with Tara.

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Tara was relieved after talking to Aryan. She was so stupid to not call him at the first place when she came to Delhi. He was such a helping and trust-worthy guy that He would have helped them timely and they might have been back to Mumbai by now. Better late than Never!

She went to sleep with little Roohi beside her. She was missing Shekhar. Since last few days, He was really upset and was returning home at odd hours. Tara had no idea where he goes? What exactly he is doing? But she was concerned.

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Shekhar was bothered since last few days. His past was haunting him. Whatever he did was for a better future with his sweetheart Tara, but it was all getting messed up more and more. Dealing with Samantha and Paresh was taking a toll over him. He so wished both of them dead and case put to close. But it was not going to happen with Cyrus and Tara pushing up the case. He was not inherently a bad person, but he knew the difficulty of being good.

“Why be good in a world that is inherently bad. What’s the point of being good anyway? Be good, do good and you will never be understood. Being good serves no purpose. Why should I be good? If I can get away with it, why not be bad? I am no God. I am vulnerable. I have my limitations. I want to make my family happier. I want to dream bigger. I am good so long as it serves my self-interest. I am good to beloved Tara and little Roohi. But I’ve grown mature and subtly selfish, I realize that it is more beneficial to me that others are good. Anyway I will decide what is good for Me.”, Shekhar was talking to himself while waiting for someone. He was searching for a ray of hope in the gloomy night deep within.

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The sky was lit up with the morning Sun. Birds were twittering, a serene breeze was flowing outside. Cyrus was waiting for Tara to be free so that he can share the findings of Forensic Report. These disturbing incidents had made him impatient. Little Roohi was still sleeping with her paintbrushes and drawing book lying beside her. Cyrus, out of curiosity, took her sketch book and started turning pages.

She really loved to do paintings and some of them were really awe-inspiring. Then he came across a particular painting and his face turned pale. He was shocked to see this in the drawing book of little Roohi. He thanked God for if Tara would have seen that painting, she might just have known more than he wanted her to.  He tore the page and kept it in his pocket.

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Read the next part here: A Good News to Share

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

आख़िर किसे फ़र्क पड़ता है..


वो हर एक शख्स जो मुझे आजमाता है,
क्या वो मुझे जानता भी है?
जिस कदर खेलता है मुझसे,
क्या पहचानता भी है?

अपनी मर्ज़ी से मुझे छूता है,
छेड़ता है, कचोटता है;
प्यार भी दिखाता है और
नफ़रत भी करता है |

जब मन आता है,
अपने फायदे के लिए इस्तेमाल करता है,
और नुकसान के डर से छोड़ भी देता है |

चाहे नर हो या मादा,
सबका है दोष आधा-आधा;
आख़िर मैं हूँ क्या ?
क्यों मुझे हरदम नीलाम करते हो?
जब खुद पर बन आती है,
आख़िर तभी क्यूँ डरते हो?

कहते सब मुझे अपना हैं,
मानता कोई भी नहीं |

मैं सबका अपना निजी स्वार्थ हूँ |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जिसका अपना एक बाजार है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जिसका चल रहा व्यापार है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जो आज भ्रष्टाचार है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जो सचमुच बहुत बीमार है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जिसे बोलने वाला मरता है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जिसे बोलने से पहले एक इंसान सौ बार सबर करता है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जिसको बोलने का साहस लोगों में कहीं खो गया है |

मैं वो सच हूँ,
जो अब बर्दाश्त के बाहर हो गया है |

पर अब जो हूँ, जैसा हूँ,
हूँ तो आख़िर सच,
तो बोलूँगा भी वही |

एक और सच कहूँ?

बुरा तो नहीं मानोगे?
खैर मानोगे भी तो, 


सच रहेगा तो सच ही |

कहते तो हो -
' सत्यमेव जयते नानृतं |'
पर क्या सच में??

खैर...

जाने दो |
आख़िर किसे फ़र्क पड़ता है |



Sunday, September 14, 2014

I Warned You!


Team Name: Maximus Dramaticus




Read the previous part here: The Warning


“I warned you, you nasty bastard!”

Shouted the lady clad in white standing behind him. She was holding a razor in her hand, soaked in deep red blood. It was the same lady whom Cyrus saw the other day.

The sight was terrifying, the silence of the night was deafening. His heart sank with fear of death and he wanted to scream, but his voice betrayed him. His face turned pale, he stumbled and hit his head on the basin and fell unconscious on the floor.

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Cyrus woke to the irritating sound of Alarm ringing somewhere. He so wished that someone switches off that irritating sound, but it continued ringing. He was lying on his washroom floor. He tried to search the source of the sound as it was coming from somewhere in the washroom itself. The irritating sound persisted.

It was his cell phone ringing alongside the basin. He tried to stand up but he felt unbearable pain in his legs. He was lying on a pool of blood which emanated from his left leg. It was deeply cut due to his sudden fall over a sharp-edged object.

‘Please shut the fuck up, you goddamn phone!’, He yelled to himself and collected all his strength to find out who the hell was calling.

He wanted to scold the person on the other side with all the nasty, disgusting words. But as he got hold of the phone, his screen was flashing name of his professor, Paresh Bohra. He rubbed his eyes, saw the time on the phone screen. It was seven o’clock in the evening. He picked up the call.

“What are you doing since last an hour? I have tried your number so many times.”, the frustration was visible in voice of Professor.

“Sorry Sir, I was sleeping and the phone was in silent mode.”, Cyrus preferred to lie.

“Cyrus, If there is anything serious you are engaged in, then please let me know. I called up to know your progress with the case. I hope you are working on it. Are you?”, Asked the professor with concern.

“Sir, I will come and discuss with you some serious findings regarding the case tomorrow.”, replied Cyrus gaining his composure.

“Well, See you then.”, responded professor and disconnected the call.

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Jennifer was out to meet someone since the afternoon. She was worried about Cyrus as she knew he was really innocent and these Monday night incidents would have filled him with dread and fear. Hence she came to Delhi as soon as she heard from him but there was someone else as well whom Jennifer promised to meet when she comes to Delhi and she was on her way to fulfill the promise. 

Jennifer was really confused and wanted to know who was behind this mystery. The person she was going to meet might also help in her pursuit.

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Cyrus was sitting in his study and reviewing the case. It happened two years back and involved some serial murders in the city. The case involved some big mafia dons of Delhi specially the Don who controlled Mafia activities of Central & West Delhi and dealt with smuggling and human trafficking. He was arrested under an alleged prostitution case and was set free due to absence of any proofs against him.

The serial murders happened over a two-month period each involving some soon-to-be-famous personality. Nothing succeeds like success, except of course the murderer involved in these cases as he succeeded in his evil motives before they could taste success. Interestingly, Murdered loved to kill and put his killing abilities to display after each murder.  

9 Murders spanning across 2 months happened over 9 different locations – Pusa Hill Forest, Karol Bagh, New Delhi Railway Station, Daryaganj (Delhi Gate), Vikram Nagar (close to ITO), Connaught Circus, India Gate, Khan Market and Lodi Colony in that order. It seemed like a puzzle to Cyrus. There were many questions raising in his mind –

What was the motive behind these murders?

Was there a puzzle to be solved and a open mystery behind these 9 murders?

Is there a connection between the serial murders and the bitch killings?

Cyrus had answers to none. His leg was still paining despite bandages and medication. But he felt motivated to solve this case and find out the real culprits and exact justice to them. He was also missing sweet Jenny. He opened his phone lock and dialed her number.

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Lallan was a fair skinned, tall and handsome guy with muscular physique. He came to Delhi 15 years back from Lucknow where he was charged with 5 murders but was set free under influence of a politician whom he served each week with young females imported from Nepal. 

He was a bad guy with a tainted image, but he loved it. He loved to see fear in the eyes on others. In last few years he had made New Delhi as his fiefdom.

He used to work secretly from different locations in Delhi supplying all kind of narcotics to rave parties and drug addicts in NCR, Haryana and Rajasthan. The house inherited by Shekhar from his distant uncle was one such secret location. 

Basement and Ground Floor of the three-storeyed house and the house adjacent to it were given on rent to some Kapoor & Sons which was nothing but another identity for Lallan to accomplish his malign motives. Chuna Mandi was close to Paharganj and hence a prime location for Lallan’s business to flourish. 

He wanted complete ownership of the house and had, hence, contacted Shekhar regarding the same under false pretence of opening a guest house over there. Though that plan failed but for someone like Lallan, there is always a Plan B. He was intently working on it.

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December nights are chilling in Delhi and after such a night, Sunrise is pleasing. Shekhar and Roohi were de-boarding the flight from Mumbai to Delhi. Roohi was excited to meet his mother and surprise her. As always, she wanted to play a game of hide and seek with her dear mum. 



But Shekhar was concerned, it was out of concern that he came to Delhi to find out what is happening. He was a loving and caring husband. They took a cab from Delhi Airport to Chuna Mandi while he messaged to Cyrus telling him that as per their discussion the previous night, he has come and will be home in a few minutes.

As soon as he disconnected the call, He saw that a call from Tara has gone missed. Shekhar told Cyrus explicitly to not tell Tara about his arrival to make her happy with a pleasant surprise. It might just be a routine call, he thought. He called her back.

“Hey Sweetheart, Good Morning!”, Shekhar exclaimed with joy.

“Dear, There is something that I need to tell you. I have found something in one of the locked rooms. This ought to be something serious. I am desperately missing you. I wish you were here!”, there was anxiety and distress in her voice.

“Tara, please do not panic. I and Roohi have just reached Delhi and wanted to give you a pleasant surprise. I will be home soon.”, Shekhar disconnected the call and told the cab driver to drive faster. 

Shekhar’s heart was pouncing fast as he badly wanted to know what is it that Tara has found out.

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Read the next part here: Old Deeds Come Alive

Illustration sketches by Arvind Passey

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Saturday, September 13, 2014

मधु मुक्तक

बंद अभी करता मधुशाला,
अब न पियूंगा बिल्कुल हाला|
साकी की आँखें प्यासी हैं,
हा! ये मैने क्या कर डाला|

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नशे में बोलती हैं आदमी के दिल की आवाज़ें,
होशवालों की ज़ुबान में आवाज़ नहीं होती |

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तेरी नज़रों के पैमाने लुढ़क गये हम पर,
वरना हम यूँ नशा नहीं करते |

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कल जो लब से पिलाई थी उसने,
हम अभी भी उसी असर में हैं |

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सुबह सुबह बोतल शराब की बातें,
ये तेरी इंक़लाब की बातें;
होश आएगा भूल जाएगा,
हैं ये सारी ही ख्वाब की बातें |

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Friday, August 30, 2013

ब्रह्मचारी की अन्तर्व्यथा

इक लौ देखा जब तुझे भरकर दिल में प्यार,
इक लौ जल उठी प्रेम की, हरसा दिल इक बार।
इक लौ मेरे प्रेम से तोड़ी तूने तार,
इक लौ ही काफ़ी तुझे करने को रतनार।

प्रेम मेरा शालीन था, द्वेष तेरा पथहीन;
प्रेम मेरा शीतलमलय, तुम थी पयसविहीन।
निष्फ़ल मेरा प्रेम है, जाना मैं रसलीन;
जीवन मेरा हो गया, जल बिन जैसे मीन।

कृमि नहीं, पशु नहीं, अधम नहीं मैं,
पापी, व्यभिचारी, कामी भी नहीं मैं।
फ़िर हे नारी! क्यों किया मुझको दुखारी?
अब रहूँगा जन्मभर मैं ब्रह्मचारी।